[Intro]
The sound of vomiting, to my ears like singing
Now I'm beginning to become erect
With illness I am obsessed, in the beds of the fallen I rest
Fixation amplified, the smell here is what I like best
[Verse 1]
Feverishly combing the buckets of waste
Wrapping myself in the filth-ridden sheets
Raping the shells of the comatose
To fulfill my needs
[Verse 2]
Photographing bedsores cultured by my sick neglect
It's more than a job, it's a love for me to walk this close with death
When you hear a flat line you know surely I'll be near
To when the reaper's sickle is drawn I am ever aware
[Chorus]
I wish I could pull these strings
In death there are finer things
Malpractice forever be my bitter name
[Post-Chorus]
How quickly life does fade away
But a flip of the river man's coin
Could send you screaming to your grave
[Solo]
[Verse 3]
Grief stricken family watches on ceaseless prayers for an only son
"I'm afraid that nothing can be done" his moment has finally come
The wrath of a god exemplified; to the pearly gates he'll soon arrive
To leave here his husk in this room of white I'm quivering at the thought
[Verse 4]
Pull the plug (I'm begging you)
Take the ride (to the cold and blue)
The reapers yellowed lichen fingers aims ever so true
The origins of disease I have witnessed in my dreams
The flooding of the blackest blood to quench my fetid needs
[Chorus]
I wish I could pull these strings
In death there are finer things
Malpractice forever be my bitter name
[Outro]
I wish I could pull these strings
In death there are finer things